Mumble in my ear, dear;
A little sweet something,
Mumble this morning
I don’t care that I don’t hear,
The warmth of your breath – ah yeah!
Feel the ripples
As I massage life into your heart with my palm,
I gave up on the lies, I’m past trying.
Oya smile for me now, you’re past crying
The last man in
Is usually the first out,
Think of all the pain these plains cannot let out
But you mean that much to me,
So I let all the love out,
Let’s stay indoors today, I cannot shout
Love You. I Do.